Artist: Snow Tha Product f/ Trae Tha Truth Album: Good Nights & Bad Mornings 2: The Hangover (Mixtape) Song: On. Now Typed by: AZ Lyrics I got like a thousand reasons to quit this shit One big reason and not I'm that long haired chick with a bunch of shoes That got 45 grand in a box I put it on mind then I'm raising the stocks Check me online, you can think of what I got But I guarantee that you coming up short Cause I'm more offline and I'm more on the block And I still throw up that west like Pac And I'm old cool like record shops Little hot chick that mess get hot Little setback but I progressed a lot And I'm blessed a lot, I object to the fraud Till I get the props, yes I'm hot, little better with the crop That the best you got, and I'm still that mex, that flex up top And I got that skin tone that they love to hate Smoking and sipping that bubbly And these haters still try to bring me down So they bring me up when they conversate Cause I live down south but I'm from the bay No business bitch I'm accompanied If you ain't stick with me you ain't getting shit When we finally break any fucking day Cause these prodigal minds and I means it My bars bring fire as the weed did Any bitch say she don't wanna no beefing If she do then I'm gonna make her vegan Cause I've been this and I've seen this And I speak this cause I know Everybody far from the game cause they know about the name But they still tryna keep me on the low When I be like motherfuckers scared to colab with me Still say they real in the magazines But they don't wanna get killed on the track I spill With rap I'm giving no apology Cause see, all these bitches all photo shoots And all diva chicks in ghost written shit But I'm killing it and I swear this falls I'm finna hurt more than just feelings, bitch [Chorus] Motherfuckers talking but don't really make a sound You see everybody calling when you finally get around That we on now, always going down Say that when you know we in your town Now we telling 'bout getting back without you in the track Now they getting flats now we getting cash where we at Now they feeling that, now we finna back cause we can So we been in that, now we get the chance to hit it where We on now, always going down Say that when you know we in your town [Trae The Truth] Pull up in the Maserati, I wear pitch black I'm still the king, y'all admit that Real nigga riding the game, he can't get back I don't give a fuck about your bitch, get that If a nigga want to be a thug, Imma show 'em what to do Get your head chopped off like [?] Everybody in the hood love me, know you I've been in the gut, what the fuck you gonna do Fuck you, tell them niggas I was in it for the win Rise so high nigga should've been a swing Yeah [?] Go so hard in this track, nigga here we go again I'mma fuck a nigga, wanna get no shit with me I been in the Benz since '93, I make a nigga rewrite shit and get lost Had people looking for you all OTP Put him in the box, I put him in the river Say you got ice, hope a nigga don't shiver Your shit trash, should've been rid off My shit cool, your shit look bitter Look fuck nigga, I'm the king of Texas South, west side, where the hood get reckless Should sit down like I get restless Certified fake nigga, ain't no guessing Rapped the aces, but to the motherfuckas down the corner cause [?] I do it for the team, nigga, worth your time Nigga fuck get mad, nigga better get dough Shoe box nigga better get low I lean on a nigga like a [?] Ask more shit, nigga better get low [Chorus]